To say that it's a relief would be putting it mildly. Molly doesn't necessarily know what it means if he's as quick to move past what was actually said as she'd tried to seem to be, but it's a hell of a lot better than having him call her bluff in the middle of a fucking Christmas party. She doesn't even know what she would've said if he did. Leaving it at this just makes more sense, especially with where they are, and when she's got a carefully wrapped book in her purse that she means to give him later. It would kind of suck to be shot down, if it came to that, and then give him the gift she got, though she would've done it anyway.

She's not sure it would have come to that, though, or at least can't help wondering if maybe that wouldn't have been the case. She really doesn't want to start seeing things that aren't there or getting her hopes up when there's no reason to, but just as it doesn't escape her notice that he lets it go as quickly as she did, she's likewise aware of the other side of it, that he hasn't dismissed it as crazy, either. It's all fucking stupid, though, Molly decides, when they're having fun regardless and that's what counts. Overthinking all of this isn't worth it. She's never been that girl, and she doesn't want to be now.

"Don't worry, you would've known if you did," she replies, not adding that she doesn't think there's much he could've said that would have dissuaded Gabi. Her denying it sure as hell didn't work, after all. "Plus, you're not a serial killer, so you've already got that working in your favor."